I’ve never been superstitious (part from the occasional air cross sign when seeing a black cat dart in front of the car…you know…just in case) nor have I paid much creed to the whole eeriness or back luck of Friday the 13th. Well, that is, until today.
I am beginning to rethink the whole stigma just as tad.
Let me rewind the tape of the day.
I started enjoying my day working from my home office. The brightness and crisp smell of the unseasonably warm Mississippi spring day gave me a motivating boost. My grandson (3 years) is with me today. Spending time with my favorite little person while working with some amazing people –who wouldn’t love it?
I am in the middle of work. My mind is enthralled with a new novel I am now blessed to be representing. My train of thought jumps the track when the Umi City rocket ship enters my office. The young pilot is also carry an old walking cane that transforms him into a wizard and me into what-ever-it-was-he-said-I-am-now! How cute! I take my lumps from his newly casted spell and he returns to Team Umizoomi.
It’s okay. I needed to refill my coffee anyway.
I take a phone call, or three. I get busy and then remember… my coffee. Where’s my cup? I’ve been drinking out of that cup all day. You know. The cute blue one. It has Smashwords printed on it. The one that came in the promo package. Yeah, that’s the one. I cannot find it anywhere. Oh…yep. Now I remember. I warmed my coffee in the microwave. Silly me!
I settle back at my desk and I hear it. “I need help!” I go to see what my little man needs. As any proud Gran Gran would, I help him after he has went t-t in the potty all by himself. Good job!
I take another call and my little man settles to engage in an adventure with Mike the Knight. I sit back in my chair. “Gran Gran! My pants! Graaannnn Graaaan!”
Hmmm. The little man has now gone “horrible” by himself. Yes, I am still proud, but there’s no way I am excited about being a part of the clean up crew. Thank God I caught him before his pants were all the way up.
The next couple of hours are quiet and productive. Only the occasion sweep-through for a quick hug and an “I love you, too!”. Precious angel!
It really has been quiet. Too quiet.
I get up to investigate.
Apparently, the little man is really into this new independence thing. He didn’t quite make it to the potty this time and tried to change without me knowing. As a typical three-year-old who is easily distracted by new and interesting things, he did a lot more than just try to change his own clothes.
It seems that if you wet an entire roll of toilet paper in the toilet and then pinch of chunks of the wet mess, it is totally fun to throw. I almost fell out cold when I walked in the room to see wet blotches all over the floor and walls.
I am cleaning up the art work. He is standing there, his expression is part scared, part proud, and part hopeful mixed with suck-up! “Want help?”
Okay…I made it through. Nap time. Ahhh!
Let’s see how the rest of this Friday the 13th goes. I’ll let you know later; I have to take another call!